So I'm a bit bummed out that with all the writing that I'm doing, none of it is for myself. Just like how when I was working not much of the money went to me (10 hours and a couple nights out on the town meant that my time went to line the pockets of some restaurant chain and mega brewery... oh well, hopefully some of it went to a starving student who actually put my money to good use).

Now I'm still writing, but who is it for? For me? Well, I enjoy writing, but in a sense, no. I am assigned things, I write to deadline, it gets chopped up, and I end up with my byline above something that I vaguely recognize. I guess this is the value of online journals, weblogs, diaries, and the like. Not the privacy, as the first two are public, but that I see the results of my efforts, that it really is my work.

It's a simple concept really, driven home by endless cliches like "do as you say" and all that other crap. I always have to remind myself that for every suggestion and comment that I offer someone I have to look at myself if I am giving a good example.

Simple, really, but so hard to do, no?